Page 20 of Teach Me
‘Come.’ He took a seat in an armchair and patted his thigh. ‘Sit.’
I sat on his lap and buried my face against his chest. ‘I’m so stupid.’
‘You’re not stupid.’ He wrapped his arms around me, his lips pressed against my temple.
‘I shouldn’t have done that,’ I whispered.
‘You didn’t want me to fuck you?’
‘I did! But I let you think I’m – I don’t have a lot of experience. I’ve only slept with two guys before you and… and…’Broken words about fuck-me boots, hypotheses, and boxes in my wardrobe crammed with past regrets tumbled out as disjointed sentences that made little sense. ‘I wanted you to – but the boots weren’t because – and now you think I’m?—’
‘Shh.’ He held me tighter. ‘It’s okay, baby girl.’ The unexpected endearment stunned me enough to stop my rambling explanation. ‘I don’t think you’re promiscuous just because of your boots. And I’ve had far more sexual partners than you, but would you call me a slut?’
‘Of course not.’ I snuggled closer, sniffling. ‘You’re experienced. Men are celebrated for their conquests.’
‘Indeed. When I call you a slut,myslut, I want you to see it as a reward. It means I’m pleased with your willingness to embrace your desires.’ He met my frown with a smile. ‘When I’m with a woman, I want to hear her enjoying herself. I want to see her pleasure. I have no interest in a passive lover who’s satisfied with a five-minute fuck once a week.’
‘Is that why you’re not married?’
‘Perhaps,’ he mused. ‘If I were to commit, I imagine myself with a partner willing to explore her limits and mine. Someone who isn’t afraid to role-play or try new positions and toys.’ He smirked. ‘Someone proud to be my slut.’
I looked down. ‘It’s a derogatory term.’
‘Not to me.’ He wiped away my tears. ‘When you’re with me, I want you to feel free to explore your sexuality. Don’t bring shame to our time together. I won’t allow it. Do you understand?’
I nodded. I wanted the freedom he spoke of more than anything. To have someone like him be proud of me. To see myself as he claimed to see me.
His gaze searched my face. Then he smiled, a warm smile that made me determined to find a way to keep him forever. Forbidden or not, this was where I belonged – in his arms,a place where my chaotic thoughts finally calmed. Where everything was quiet and comfortable. I never wanted to leave his side.
‘When I get home tonight, I plan to jerk off in the shower as I remember you crying out as you creamed all over my cock.’
Cheeks burning again, I bit my lip.
He chuckled. ‘You’re adorable when you flush. How does it make you feel knowing I get off on your pleasure?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Be honest, Ophelia.’
Dr Braithwaite’s lips tipped up at the corners, his trademark secretive smile daring me to admit the truth. The thought of earning more rewards from him ignited the blood in my veins, turning my voice low and breathy.
‘It makes me proud.’
‘Why?’ He stroked my cheek, staring at my lips. I wanted to kiss him more than anything, but he was waiting for a response, and I racked my brain for a reason for the joy coursing through me.
‘You’ve been with so many women, yet you’re thinking about me.’
‘Hearing you come is one of the most erotic things I’ve heard in a long time. I plan to hear it again soon.’ His smile grew, crinkling his eyes. It was radiant, just like the rest of him. ‘You have three more weeks left of this challenge, Ophelia. Reflect on your views of female sexuality before our next meeting.’
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. ‘Okay.’
‘And limit your alcohol intake next time. I don’t want you to regret anything you’ve done under the influence.’
‘Sorry. I wasn’t thinking when I picked up Lewis at the bar.’
‘I don’t want you to regret anything you do with me, either. Your safety is important to me. I hadn’t planned on fucking you tonight, but you really are irresistible in these stockings.’ He rana hand down my thigh. ‘How does it make you feel when I call you my slut?’
‘I don’t know.’
